Lyrics:
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
I gotta be real with you babe
Something about your vibe
Your energy just
It makes me want to have you around
We ain't gotta move too fast too soon
of the hood, niggas handling plastic
Gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead
And watch ya bread, not get popped by Feds
Anyway we gonna be in
I can be sweet too
I wanna see that meat boo
I got a Lil spice from the islands that I been to
I can bring you with me but I gotta keep you
The money
and then
And I just be dropping too much
I'm drinking brown and you drinking gin
And that's why you talking to much
See I done been dropping like all year
ah reason to fuck us off
I done seem the ups
Not a stranger to the downs, buh for now it's smoke divas in my loft
Champagne with bitchs with foreign
the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
It's funny, I guess money does have its
ooo wee ooo wee
I just found a fuckin' jar of weed in my car
I be rollin' it, smokin' it 'till I'm up in a coma
Hopefully I'll control the speed
wandered yonder
It is being told to be good, to be virtuous
To hold the flower between your legs so they do not blossom
It is hearing these questions from
friends saw him with a mouthful of gin
Pickin' fights he knew he couldn't win
He's a menace and a cheat and a fake
Someone stop him before it's too late!
prolong,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I won't prolong,
And if you do not enjoy the song,
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long,
You should
motherfucker and
It be's like that (Shorty, c'mon)
G-Funk with that Go Go
Hit the floor, you know what you've got to do
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Sing it
really love ya smile
That’s not all your name too
It’s so perfect I wanna be next to you
Everywhere I go I can’t think
I see you every time A nigga blink
Cannabis for studio
(Make everywhere maramma)
(Make everywhere stew)
Will it be bad if my papa na Dangote
E for make sense if my Uncle na Otedola
My
grudge, won't trudge
Vindictive paths, but if by chance there was a genie and a wish to grant
No question it'd be to get you back
And if by chance there was
God's plan, so I'm not confused Only one side that's bound to lose
Ain't by force, yeah, you gotta choose Fast and pray, and you'll see the truth
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)
Oh oh, she gon' be mad right? Ain't that too bad, right?
Wanna catch that cab, right?
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Well it's not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you
get scared and they run
Others they live and die by the gun
I could relate but I shouldn't go speculate
It's a lil' different from where I be from
the closet, fool
I'm not a handyman, but Gucci keeps a lot of tools
I teach niggas how to cut it, like it’s barber's school
Wait a minute, just be patient, I
Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that endanger my name
I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke
I'm known in
shit is going down
You must have just not have been truthful from the start
See, for me it'd be nothing
To say you never had my heart, but I'd be
or where I could be able to not hate ya
Never seen by anybody doing what I might have done here a bit earlier, let me now improve myself, become more mature
Let you roll a plane
We could both be flying'
Cause you know I don't drink, no
But I'll take a shot for you, yeah
You know I don't drink
I'm too busy
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